wooyoung san

san opened and closed his eyes slowly at the obnoxious beeping of his alarm, groaning as he reached over to turn the torture off.

he lay still for a second, and it wasn't until he properly opened his eyes that he remembered the events of last night.

the first thing he saw was the sleeping face of jung wooyoung, about two centimeters away from his own.

san gave a muffled scream, jerking away violently and tried to push the boy away. but he was entangled in wooyoung's embrace, and his struggle only made the other's grasp stronger.

"wooyoung!" he hissed, wriggling in vain as he filled with anxiety at the proximity.

"hmmsjk-" wooyoung mumbled groggily in response, keeping his eyes firmly shut.

"wake up! let go of me you- SJGSJ" san tried, but was cut off by a hand over his mouth.

"m'sleepy. shh."

"you're- I DON'T CARE! LET ME GO," he panicked, hitting wooyoung's arms repeatedly to get him to wake him and realize their position.

"well, this is pretty gay." jongho drawled, coming to see what the fuss was about on his way downstairs.

wooyoung immediately shot up at the sound of jongho's voice, withdrawing his arms from san's body. "morning."

"tsk, not impressed, san. not impressed." his brother chided, shaking his head and leaving the room without another word.

san let out a breath, scrambled out of the bed in relief and going after the exiting boy.

"it's not what it looks like!"

jongho held his hands up, taking a step back. "i don't want to know. just... be careful. he did punch you."

san's shoulders fell, glancing behind him at his bedroom door and clenching his jaw. "i know. don't think i've forgotten."

jongho nodded, turning away to make for the stairs.

"wait- where are you going?" san questioned, forgetting what day it was.

"...school?"

he whacked himself in the face, wincing at the reminder and staggering to his room to get ready hastily.

wooyoung was still sitting in his bed, so he directed him to the shower with a "and don't you dare think about coming out until you're dressed" before quickly throwing clothes on himself. (he showered the night before, and did not want to shower while wooyoung was in his house).

while wooyoung showered, san pondered what he had done last night. the thoughts kept ruminating in his head unceasingly, even though he had refused to revisit them. waiting impatiently for the constant subject of his discomfort, he mulled over the reasons for wooyoung's actions.

part of him did not want to forgive the other, but another part of him couldn't help but believe he was truly sorry for what he had done and deserved a second chance. but who kisses someone after punching them? was wooyoung just messing with him?

he didn't want it to be true, but the possibility was highly likely, and he had to take wooyoung's infamous reputation into consideration. san hated the way wooyoung made him feel; inarticulate and hesitant; unsure of all his words and actions.

as if the initial anxiety wasn't enough, everything wooyoung did plagued him with questions, their intensity a breeding ground for more disquietude on top of his underlying uneasiness. 

lost in the thought, he didn't even look up when wooyoung entered the room (fully clothed), and missed the profoundly tender look on his face when his gaze fell on san's concentrated face.

san looked up after the other cleared his throat, taken aback by the way wooyoung's freshly showered self was somehow more attractive than usual, his damp hair falling in his eyes while water droplets remained on his neck and face.

he averted his eyes and stood awkwardly, waiting for the other to dry his hair.

"if you take any longer, we'll be late." san stated, crossing his arms in annoyance.

"we can take my bike." wooyoung answered, not bothered as he continued drying his hair.

"your... motorbike?" 

"uh huh."

anxiety brimmed within him at the thought of not only getting on a dangerous untrustworthy vehicle but also jung wooyoung being the driver, and he shook his head abruptly in conclusion.

"nope. i'm not going to die today, thanks." he stuttered, playing with his hands as wooyoung discarded the towel and stretched his arms briefly before advancing to the doorway.

"it's okay. i'm a safe, experienced driver." the other grinned, gesturing for san to follow him down the stairs.

"i somehow don't believe you." san muttered, but followed him nonetheless. 

he closed the door behind him hurriedly, walking after wooyoung warily towards the shiny hunk of metal parked in his driveway.

"i'm not going on that thing with you." he shook his head again, turning away childishly.

the other boy laughed quietly, holding up the sole helmet and raising an eyebrow in question. "you don't really have a choice, little choi."

san scoffed, shuffling his feet and pursing his lips doubtfully. wooyoung handed him the helmet, and he slipped it onto his head with slightly shaky hands. "it's okay." the other told him, helping him with the clasp before seating himself on the danger machine.

"what about your helmet?" san questioned worriedly, sitting behind him hesitantly on the surprisingly comfortable leather seat and placing his hands carefully on wooyoung's sides.

"i only have the one, and you need it more than i do." he shrugged, revving the engine.

"wait-" san squealed, clutching onto the other tighter. wooyoung sighed heavily, reaching behind him and pulling san's arms around him despite his noise of protest.

he locked his hands as closely as possible to gain security, even tucking his head in the crook of wooyoung neck (out of fear, of course).

wooyoung smiled to himself even though san couldn't see, and to assure him, he whispered, "if you're afraid of falling, then don't look down."

-

they ended up arriving to school on time, and though san wouldn't admit it, amidst the sheer terror of wooyoung's speeding, the ride was thrilling and quite enjoyable. he may have even smiled once he stopped internally screaming.

but when he got off the bike, the fear he had forgotten while losing everything in the wind returned and heightened, intensifying more than before as relief settled in.

he turned and hit wooyoung on the arm, chucking him the helmet in a huff. "that's for almost killing me."

"you liked it, though."

"... no." san lied, turning away and walking into the school alone.

"hey, wait up!" wooyoung fumbled, securing his bike and hurrying after the other.

san quickened his stride, not wanting to give wooyoung the idea he was okay with him.

although, he probably should of done that before he kissed him back and allowed him to sleep in his bed and shower in his house. oops.

"san!" he looked up to see yugyeom and bambam walking hand in hand, bambam clutching the other's tightly. yugyeom's previously flawless skin was now littered with bruises like a disease, and he was wearing clothes that undoubtedly had the intention of covering others. the bruise that had begun as a purple stain above his eyebrow had sunk into the socket itself, and so now it had the appearance of a black eye. san winced at his appearance, his distrust for wooyoung returning as quickly as it repressed earlier. 

oh no.

just as he feared, none other than the culprit himself turned the corner behind san, stopping in his tracks as soon as he saw who was with him.

"wooyoung." bambam practically spat as yugyeom flinched away at his appearance. 

bambam let go of his boyfriend's hand, striding up to wooyoung and punching him once in the face. "you beat up my boyfriend, for no reason."

wooyoung held his face, not bothering to fight back, which surprised san as he sneered at the boy's remarks. "he lied-" 

bambam hit him again. wooyoung stumbled back, but still, he made no move to defend himself. why isn't he fighting back? san wondered, going to stand by yugyeom, out of the way.

"he didn't lie." bambam spat. "i should kill you."

"t-that's a little irrational-" yugyeom started, eyes clouding with worry at his boyfriend's uncontrolled anger.

"good thing i'm feeling particularly irrational today." bambam stated, rolling up his sleeves to make a statement and making to punch him again.

"wait," san began, not wanting anyone else to get seriously injured. "bambam has every right to hit you," he glared at wooyoung meaningfully, biting his lip as he noticed a small crowd was gathering around the scene. "but why don't you apologize or something?"

"apologize?" wooyoung and bambam repeated in unison, each looking as shocked as the other.

"sorry will never cut it." bambam hissed firmly, and san noticed many others nodding their heads in agreement. it seemed no one was too happy with wooyoung's actions besides his stupid friends who shared the same morals, and they weren't here.

"and i'm not going to apologize for punishing a liar." wooyoung laughed, avoiding looking at san at all costs.

"if there was ever a face signed by janus, it was yours." san shook his head in disbelief, truly feeling a sense of disappointment and anger towards the seemingly bipolar boy. (a/n janus is the roman* god of duality, two faces, etc.)

wooyoung smiled sadly, a look of realization settling on his features. "and if there was ever a face signed by an angel, it was yours." he said quietly, gazing at san with sorrowing hopelessness.

"and that's why you have to leave." wooyoung said, turning from san to face bambam. "go on." he said flatly. "hit me."

bambam did, and san couldn't bare it. he took yugyeom's arm, because he shouldn't have to see this either, and left the scene. even as they walked away, he could hear the impact of each of bambam's fists or kicks on wooyoung's body, and each one reverberated within him. each step he took further away, the stronger the urge to turn back became.

but he didn't look back.

remember, it's not your business. san told himself firmly. you have nothing to do with him.  you're just another victim of his games.

-

...surprise

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